When Matthew and I were in Mexico, we went on a shopping excursion to Playa del Carmen. The list for ourselves was short (coffee flavoured tequila), but we wanted to get souvenirs for the kidlets.
We got them some Mexican maracas and hand drums, but wanted to get them something else. I had already decided that I wanted to buy Emily a dress (Or, ahem, three). Matthew thought it would be neat to buy the boys soccer shirts. We were on a mission.
It was harder than I thought it would be. First of all, we were limited by sizes. The boys are 5 1/2 and 3 1/2. Not many options in that size range. We also thought they would like the shirts more if we bought them in the dudes’ respective favourite colours. Graham loves red. Nathan loves green.
We decided to venture off of the main shopping strip to a little underground “mall”. We had been told that the stores off of the beaten path had lower prices, and that we could (and should!) barter for a better price. We were a little time constrained, as I was not about to miss out on the BEST NACHOS I HAVE EVER EATEN before we caught the bus back to the resort.
Wordless Wednesday: More From Mexico (My Happy Place)
Date: Wednesday March 19, 2008Posted in: Honey, Photography, me, twue wuv, vacating
For those of you who are tired of hearing about Mexico (Or who love lists), I am guest posting today over at Ali’s site Cheaper Than Therapy. Come on over!
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Thursday (A week ago today!) we headed out on another adventure. This one was close to our hearts.
The resort we went to is called the Bahia Principe Akumal. We went to the Bahia Principe Tulum on our honeymoon almost eight years ago. We knew they were in the same area, but figured they were possibly in two separate locations. Nope. They are right next to each other.
We were allowed to eat/drink/swim anywhere on the resort (including the Tulum side), but did not venture there during the day as we would have to take a shuttle. We liked walking to the beach from our room and being able to head back there for naps (*Ahem*) whenever we felt the need.
Part of the deal with our resort is that in addition to the amazing spread to be found at the main buffet, there are eight different a la carte restaurants. We were entitled to go to any three of them that we wanted to, anywhere on the resort. We booked Thursday night at the Mexican restaurant on the Tulum side of the resort, where we had spent our very first week of married life.
We hopped onto the shuttle (extended golf cart) and soon realized we were in the perfect seat to use the rear view mirror.
Excuse the blur, but we were being jostled around like, um, Mexican jumping beans.
Before I ramble on about Mexico, I thought I should give an update on the quarantine we have been under.
The kids are on the upswing (I think). Yesterday was the first day we did not have to dunk the boys in a tepid bath and listen to them scream about how much it hurts. Woo!
Miss Emily still has a river of boogs flowing out of her, and is also working on some bottom molars. There are two squishy mounds of throbbing red flesh on the gums of her bottom jaw. I do not envy her in the least. She wants to spend every waking moment on my hip/lap so I have not been able to get much done. I am totally fine with it though - we are just making up for last week’s missed cuddles.
Yesterday afternoon we were all feeling a little stir crazy, so we did some errands as a family. We threw in a trip to the park down by the lake for good measure.
This was before she went down. Once. She was pretty skeered after that and refused to go again. This surprised me as she has been known to climb on top of the table and jump up and down. Go figure.
On to Mexico!
I should be waxing poetic about my week-long experience in paradise.
Palm trees just exude that tropical feeling.
I should be documenting all of the highlights before the memories fade, as memories are prone to do.
